Qissa-e-dard sunaney pey majoboor hain hum. What a drama or shall we say melodrama, the script is good enough to turn into a Hollywood movie. As we discovered, there were reams and reams of it. Endless snarls of words, sometimes twisting into meaning, sometimes into nothing at all,frequently breaking apart, always branching off into other pieces we’d come across later.
Although such dramas were forcibly shown to us for decades. Everything and anything but empty; each fragment completely covered with the creep of years and years of ink pronouncements; layered, crossed out, amended; handwritten, typed; legible, illegible; impenetrable, lucid; torn, stained, scotch taped; some bits crisp and clean, others faded, burnt or folded and refolded so many times the creases have obliterated whole passages of god knows what—sense? truth? deceit? a legacy of prophecy or lunacy or nothing of the kind?, and in the end achieving, designating, describing, recreating—find your own words; I have no more.
But this time the drama was like a thriller coming from Muchael Crichton or Agatha Christie, where you only know the villian in the last few paragraphs, but at last know the villian. One thing’s for sure, even without knowing the real truth,, both of us, I and you slowly began to feel its heaviness, sensed something horrifying in its proportions its silence, its stillness, even if it did seem to have been shoved almost carelessly to the side of the room where we were wathcing the TV.
Slowly but surely, I grew more and more disoriented, increasingly more detached from the world, something sad and awful straining around
the edges of my mouth, surfacing in my eyes. I stopped going out at night. I stopped going out. Nothing could distract me. I felt like I was losing
control. Something terrible was going to happen. Eventually something terrible did happen.
Only three nations have never let themselves be ruled by foreigners: China, Afghanistan, and Abyssinia. Although days of colonialism are gone but somehow someone, somewhere wants us to be ruled not as a colony but as a – Yours obediently. My country is the kind where it pays to play it both ways: One fact about Pakistan is that you can take almost anything you hear about the country from the prime minister and turn it upside down and then you will have the truth about that thing.
This imported government has Individuals with criminal reputations who have long been associated with politics , but amid a changing electoral environment in which uncertainty and competition have both intensified, over time they have moved from the periphery to center stage. Once content to serve politicians, criminals gradually became politicians themselvesYou can instantly name a few so can I. . But how can such criminals get votes, The answer is Money helps grease the wheels, but voters too often have a rational incentive to back politicians with criminal reputations. In places where the rule of law is weak and social divisions are rife, politicians can use their criminality as a signal of their ability to do whatever it takes to protect the interests of their community—from dispensing justice and guaranteeing security to providing a social safety net.
